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From the light Poh! which we toss off from our lips as we fling a nameless scribbler's impertinence into our waste-baskets, to the gravest utterances which comes from our throats in our moments of deepest need, is only a space of some three or four inches. Words, which are a set of clickings, hissings, lispings, and so on, mean very little, compared to tones and expression of the features.

From the light Poh! which we toss off from our lips as we fling a nameless scribbler's impertinence into our waste-baskets, to the gravest utterances which comes from our throats in our moments of deepest need, is only a space of some three or four inches. Words, which are a set of clickings, hissings, lispings, and so on, mean very little, compared to tones and expression of the features.

Cheered and stiffened by many bows and heel clickings and warming hospitality, we hurried off to an artillery position near the village of Olszanica. Just under the brow of a hill we were stopped and told that it was dangerous to go farther, and we skirted off to the right under cover, to the observation station itself.

The only sounds were the occasional clickings of the ivory chips, like the chattering of teeth, and the monotones of the croupier announcing the results of the play: "Faites vos jeux. Le jeu est fait; rien ne va plus." I began to study the personnel of this clinic of chance.

Back at base it had been reasoned that a pattern of clickings, plainly artificial and plainly stating facts known to both races, would be the most reasonable way to attempt to open contact. The tape sent a series of cardinal numbers one to five. Then an addition table, from one plus one to five plus five. Then a multiplication table up to five times five.

Soon the only sounds that broke the stillness of the place were the clickings of a single telegraph instrument in the station and the scoffing voices of a few crows, circling about the tops of some pine trees that overlooked the farmhouse. The prospect that met the eyes of the boys was most enticing. On one hand lay the little pond, reflecting some great patches of cloud that flecked the sky.

Her dress rustled as she swept forward and there were numberless faint clickings and clackings of chains and bangles about her. A high boned collar with white ruching helped her hold her head even more proudly straight, and the smile she shot Mary Louise was heavily fraught with a sickly sweet though rigorous propriety. "You must come in, my dear," she lisped. "Such exhausting exercise!

Every one of the creatures below raised its voice in a horrible, bleating cry. The volume of sound was numbing was agonizing in sheer impact. There were stirrings and clickings as of horns clashing against each other. Another scream from Johnny Simms. He had moved. It appeared that he was running. Cochrane saw more gun-flashes, there were more shots.

They were clickings at strictly random intervals, but there was an average frequency, at that. "Let the counter out the window," called the pilot, "and listen. Tell me if the noise goes up." Joe obeyed. The aluminum fish dangled. The line slanted astern from the wind. It made a curve between the pole and the aluminum plummet, which was hollow in the direction of the plane's motion.

There was also a headset, and something very much like a large aluminum fish on the end of the line. "You know Geiger counters?" called the pilot. "Stick on these headphones and listen!" Joe slipped on the headset. The pilot threw a switch and Joe heard clickings. They had no pattern and no fixed frequency.